Why won't you let me disappear you big meanie?
Mega-cheats, by the way. Eat nothing all day long and then go into a stupor cheats. All I deserve is to be a fat ugly b**** cheats. I have problems with moderation. Well, that's a bit of an understatement.
Now I'm trying to tell myself that it wasn't really my fault because I was contending with PMS. What a handy excuse.
I have regrets. All the breastfeeding issues with my baby needed to be worked out, but the fact that I had two really good weeks and was down to 221 before having to totally switch gears and go off-plan has been weighing on my mind lately. Looking back, knowing that all my efforts didn't amount to anything with the breastfeeding, I wish I had just let it go and kept on the plan. The good old 'where I could be now if only' kind of thinking. It's not been helpful to think those thoughts.
I don't like what I'm doing. I need to clean the junk out of my brain and just start fresh, do the right things, stop worrying about all this tangential stuff from the past or in the future.
OK, so I posted. I'm not at all happy with where I am and I know there aren't any easy answers. I have to be prepared for hard work. I'm doing OK with the workouts because I do that once in the day and then it's over. The diet I have to do all day long with no breaks. I certainly can do it, I'm just not. It's not important enough to me right now - I guess some sick part of me is enjoying being miserable. I'm coming into a very stressful time of the year, I'm going to be away from home a lot more at rehearsals, I got really used to having my husband home over Christmas break and now he's back at work - I'm just pouting I suppose, and doing it through food. Back to thinking food is my only friend maybe.
Wasting time. I want to stop but it seems not badly enough yet. Tomorrow my husband will be home. I can have a full two days with his support. And I need to take advantage of Katie's offer to call, and Tawanda's offer to pm. I have support being given to me, I'm just not taking it. Trying to do it all on my own, so typical.
OK, sorry about yet another whine-fest.
It's all circular and keeps coming back to the fact that there is no easy way. Damn.